The Door Frame Incident of '06

I couldn't sleep last Saturday because I thought I hadn't locked the front door.  Don't you hate that feeling?  I can't let it go until I get up and check on it.  So, I made my way downstairs in the almost darkness.  It's a skill I thought I had mastered after MANY nights of getting up with Leo.  Apparently, I haven't.  I tripped down the last few stairs and landed with a big thud.  So now, I have a sore bum/back.  It's made sitting quite uncomfortable.  It seems to be healing up - which means I won't have to go see someone about it.  How do you even go to that dr. appointment?  Boy, that would be embarrassing.

I would compare it to the door frame incident of '06.  We were living in our first house, the old red brick one.  There were similar conditions: late night, me wandering around on the main level, it being past 11:30.  Of course, I hit my toe on one of the many door frames and broke it.  Pop and then pain.  If you have broken a toe, you would understand.  This happened to be 1 week before I was heading to DC for a conference for school.  That made for a fun week of hobbling around our Nation's capitol.   Now, I'll hobble around the metro area again with a sore back for a few days.

I'm hoping it will continue feeling better and I guess I should be thankful, it could have been worse.  But perhaps I should have learned my lesson from the door frame.  I really shouldn't be out of bed after 11:30.  Maybe I'll send Heber down next time.